HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 188 Reluctant

Voldemort and Harry's wand created a strange resonance.

Caught off guard, the two men's feet left the ground and rose into the air, and the Death Eaters were awakened by the strange reaction.

"Owner!"

They drew their wands, except for the man who stood silently by the cauldron. His blood-stained white gloves became more conspicuous in the night.

Gloria clenched her right hand tightly, and a dark red light attacked the group of people. Some people hurriedly cast a protective spell.

She was too tired, otherwise these people would not be able to escape the curse of cutting. "No one is allowed to take action."

The Death Eaters were panicking, this was a man who could fight Voldemort with nearly twenty spells, yet he still had the energy to deal with them.

The golden beams of light connecting the two magic wands in the air spread out, and nearly a thousand arcs of light appeared above them, interweaving with each other to form a golden circular cage.

"Don't move! He and that girl are both mine!" Voldemort shouted from above.

Now the Death Eaters could only hold their wands and wait and watch.

Beautiful fairy music sounded, and Gloria recognized it. It was the same song that was played when Dumbledore's phoenix appeared to help Harry in the Chamber of Secrets in the second year.

Then the golden thread changed, and the white light beads slid along the thread. Whoever's staff tip was closer to it, their hand would tremble more.

Gloria held her breath and observed the movements on both sides, and also paid attention to the mysterious and silent man.

The ball of light came closer to Harry, and with a determined look in his eyes, he tried to push the ball of light towards Voldemort, who was shocked and even a little scared.

Voldemort is afraid of death. Will he die if he is touched by this?

Harry took the initiative to move the tip of his wand closer to Voldemort, inch by inch, and finally...

The ball of light moved along the golden thread, vibrated for a moment, and then connected with the tip of Voldemort's wand!

The wand let out a shrill scream that echoed over the graveyard.

A calf of smoke emerged from the wand, and Harry's mouth dropped open in surprise. It was the calf that the gloved man had thrown into the cauldron while muttering something about servants' meat.

Then a complete person came out. He knew that this person was the old man who was killed by Voldemort in his dream.

The old man seemed to be conscious and looked at the two people, as well as the strange gold thread and magic wand in surprise.

"There really is a wizard..." the old man said, "He used strange means to take my life. Child, how can you fight him..."

Harry couldn't answer him; just keeping his wand in check took most of his strength.

After a while, a long-haired woman came out and fell to the ground. Gloria had seen her in the photo Sirius gave her. She was Harry's mother.

Harry saw his mother and looked into her face with eyes full of sorrow and grief.

"Your father is here, don't disconnect, hold on." Lily said gently, turned her head and saw Gloria, smiled and nodded to her.

Gloria stood there in a daze. This was a human soul, but her father's soul would not appear here.

Soon Harry's father James appeared. Harry perfectly inherited his unkempt hair. He fell to the ground and stood with his wife.

"Harry, once we're disconnected we can hold him off for a while, buying you time...get the portkey and leave with Gloria."

Gloria was no longer able to think about why they knew her name. She turned her head and saw the championship cup emitting a faint blue light not far away.

She looked up and saw that the Potters were looking at her, as if they knew what she was thinking.

"I will." Harry did his best to keep his grip on his wand to stop it from slipping further.

As he was speaking, several more ghosts appeared, all of whom were people who died at the hands of Voldemort.

"Let go, and run once you're disconnected," James whispered.

"Let go, dear, you've done a good job, you can let go now--" Lily urged him.

Harry raised his wand, the golden thread broke, the light net disappeared, and the phoenix's song stopped abruptly, but the ghosts that appeared did not disappear. They all rushed towards Voldemort to block him.

Gloria was exhausted, but she told herself that she had to take action. Move!

She cast one last spell at the Death Eaters surrounding Harry, and they quickly dodged, giving Harry a chance to run away.

Harry pointed his wand at the championship cup and shouted, "Fly over here, trophy!"

Gloria held out her hand to him, and as they clasped their hands together, the trophy touched Harry's palm.

At the last moment before leaving, Gloria looked at the man who was standing there without moving.

He seems to be smiling...

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The transmission of the portkey made Gloria feel more and more dizzy. When the transmission ended, Harry fell down and almost took her to the lawn with him, but she forced herself to half-kneel on the ground with her willpower.

Surrounding us were the cheers and music heard before entering the maze, interweaving into a familiar background.

Hagrid ran over quickly. Draco and Sirius jumped out from the viewing platform in fear when they saw Gloria's pale face and Harry lying motionless on the grass.

Headmaster Dumbledore was walking in front. He immediately squatted down to check on Harry and was relieved to find that he was still awake.

"what happened?"

Sirius held Gloria's shoulders. All her willpower collapsed at this moment and she went limp.

Draco tried to rip Harry's hand away from Gloria's grip, but he wouldn't let go, "Potter, let go of Lori!"

Dumbledore held Harry's head, "You are safe, let go of Gloria first."

Harry let go of the trophy, but did not let go of Gloria's hand. "He's back. Voldemort is back."

His voice was so soft that Dumbledore had to turn his head closer to hear it clearly. His eyes became more serious.

Fudge came running over with a pale face and a panicked look, shouting: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Harry grabbed Headmaster Dumbledore's wrist and said in a more powerful voice, "Voldemort has regained his physical form. Leah fought him and she is very weak."

The people closest to them heard these words and looked at Gloria with suspicion. There was no emotion in her eyes and she stared straight ahead.

Dumbledore placed his hand on Gloria and Harry's clasped hands, "Let go, it's okay."

Harry then slowly let go, "He's back, fully recovered, and has gathered his Death Eaters."

Fudge was so frightened that his lips trembled and his eyes wandered.

Sirius picked up Gloria and said, "I'll take Leah to the medical wing."

Gloria looked at the starry night sky, feeling hatred, a little relief, and a strong sense of unwillingness in her heart.

Next time... next time when we meet, she will be stronger than she is now!

The twinkling stars were replaced by Draco's anxious face, "Lori? Are you hurt anywhere?"

Gloria slowly revealed a faint smile, and darkness swept in, taking away all her thoughts.

"She fainted!" the boy shouted in panic.

Sirius ran faster.

When they arrived at the hospital wing, the two men shouted uncontrollably for Madam Pomfrey, which scared the lady to death.

"Oh—put it on it!"

Madam Pomfrey immediately checked on Draco, and when he came to his senses, he found tears on his face.

"All her magic power has been used up, or rather, drained! This is very bad. If she performs even a little more Luminescent Flash, it will cause irreparable damage to her body."

Sirius' voice trembled slightly, "Should we send him to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Madam Pomfrey said, "I will give him a bottle of magic potion first and then make a decision after observing him."